His hand is rubbing my dick through my jeans and I'm getting hard, and it's getting hard to drive! "Bob you horny fucker, keep your sweet hands to you...self!" I scream. Bob just grins. He leans closer and uses both hands to unzip my fly. My cock is straining against my pants in anticipation. He fumbles around trying to find the opening in my jockeys, I reach down and help him. Out I come, stiff, throbbing a little. The cool air feels sexy on me, Bob starts to gently stroke. I wonder how I'm. .. When she then returned to the room, someone else had sat in her seat so she sat on the floor, opposite me again, she acted like she was trying to get comfy as she kept changing position every few moments.But in doing so her dress started to ride up higher, I was being hypnotised As the dress rode up her legs it started to reveal what I thought were the tops of her tights but instead she was wearing hold ups, stockings....fuck, what! She is too young I thought but my god she looked so sexy in. “If I had known you were such a good looking woman I would have come for sugar sooner” Mike said as his hand moved up her arm slowly.“I wish you would have Mike because I did notice that very sexy chest the day I saw you washing your car” She smiled impishly as goosebumps started to form on her body.“Would you like to see my chest again Christy?” He said as his wandering hand moved over her shoulder and slowly up her neck, resting gently on her cheek. He slowly moved in and touched his lips to. Her firm modest breasts rode steady on her chest even as her arms and hands increased momentum. By leaning in, her tresses were long enough to flow without pulling on her scalp. The frenzy of strokes led to Zack’s eruption and his sperm splashed across his stomach. His hand maiden cheered his discharge, complementing him on its volume and power. When his pulses completed, she held his cock tight in her warm hands. As Zack breathed normal again, she released him. Her hair tips were speckled with.